Mom didn't make me go to support group anymore. Primarily because I was now depressed 24/7, and my doctor made a distinct decision that it was best not to interact with people for a while. I cried even more when she said that. How was I supposed to get over his death without talking to other people. My life officially sucked (besides the cancer part). I visited Augustus's grave once a week. A world without him was unbearable. But at least he got to live an extraordinary 17 years of his life. And it was a privilege for me to be in love with him.